Another swing of a hand brought forth another hail of stones, and Gormlag laughed as he pelted Fenrir into submission; it would take more than some rabid wolf to stop him! How, with unbridled rage, he stomped forward towards the rabbitman and the knight--and then he was impaled. When Clotho dealt her fatal blow and dove down to strike at the burning shaman, she met no resistance for her target never even saw her coming. The blow went cleanly through his skull, and with an ignoble choke the former shaman collapsed and suffered a second death.

Clotho, however, had danced awfully close to fire. Piercing the being's magmatic form incinerated her rapier and a spurt of fire, sulfurous haze, and slag erupted out from the wound towards the insect queen.

Faeles had watched the entire ordeal, distaste in his mouth. How he hoped that Clotho suffered an immolation and spared him the task of ending her life! He was not one to be refused, and in due time he would see about exacting some measure of revenge. Beyond simply being petty, it was also best that one took measures to eliminate those who knew your true intentions. Countless plots and betrayals had taught him these lessons, and he kept them to heart [i]most[/i] of the time. Truth be told, he liked to keep things fun; there was always so much enjoyment to be found in hinting at one's intentions all along, that the final betrayal would burn even fiercer.

Regardless, with so much attention drawn to the shaman's mangled body Faeles knew that this was not the time. Silently he blended back into the shadows. That day he went abruptly missing; the Horde would not see him for a good time to come, but then again, many might not even notice the sly demon's disappearance. With a few exceptions, he had done a fairly good job of keeping a low profile. With so many other notable characters, it was easy to forget about one or two.

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Hardly an hour passed before negotiations between the dragon and the Master were finished, but all of that was undone in a moment when Khillgarath learned of his champion's death. Needless to say, the dragon was [i]furious[/i] to hear that Gormlag had been slain. By extension the Master was also livid at the sheer stupidity of his minions; how had they managed to so swiftly and decisively jeopardize this alliance?

Lorelai would have an interesting first encounter with the Horde's Master as she, Clotho, and D'Artagne all found themselves ordered to find the Master [i]at once[/i]. Word spread through the camp like wildfire; if they did not come soon of their own volition, any one of the countless vengeful orcs or members of the Horde seeking the Master's favor would come looking for them.